one day I'll be old, without ever having really been young
Lying - remembering beauty in truth.
She didn't know whether she was running away from something or running to something, but she admitted that deep in her heart she wanted to go home.
I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.
I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.
I can't believe that I changed so little. I expected to look old and hollow and gray, but I guess it's only me on the inside that has shriveled and deteriorated.